So Many Questions...

and so many answers...

Philosophers have their work cut out for them these days.

Montaigne, who decided rather bleakly that to philosophise is to learn how to die would be puzzled,
I think, but all the ideologies that now cluster around the subject making it heavy weather to read even the lighest contemporary tome.

Whenever I need a sense of space and air I go back to
Edmund Burke. The sublime and the beautiful are
quite enough to be getting on with...